Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.